Vote Pakda Pakdi as national sport

Would someone please explain to Mr Gill that a Formula One car is a teeny weeny little different from the car he drives. I’m sure our Sports and Youth Affairs Minister has the country’s best interests at heart ( like all sports administrators do) but casting doubts over whether Formula One is a ’sport’ in the first place is amusing.

With warring sports associations and lack of sponsorships for Karting and Rally events, motorsport in India has survived despite the suicidal forces that govern it. And just when you thought the flamboyant Vijay Mallya brought a fresh leash of life for the sport with his purchase of Force India, in comes Mr Gill with his comment that “Formula One is entertainment and not sport”.

Agreed, Formula One is not something you can start playing in your backyard when you feel like it but to shun it under the guise of being “elitist’ looks to be a little too much. Let’s just take some perspective on this one (cos, it looks like we have nothing much to do today..)

Name the top three seeded Indian players (male and female) in the following sports:

1.Tennis 2. Golf 3. Badminton  4. Boxing  5. Swimming  6. Squash

Other than a few statistic crunchers, I’m sure most people will struggle to think beyond Leander Paes, Mahesh Bhupathi, Sania Mirza, Saina Nehwal, Jyoti Randhawa, Joshna Chinappa and Vijender Singh.

The open secret is that these top players were sucessful on their own account and not because of the system therefore in a way these sports are elitist too.. (how many people can afford a golf club membership?) yet they have never been questioned. We have several international level tournaments in each of these sports despite them not having a mass following then why should motorsport be any different?

As for it not having enough followers, we shouldn’t ignore a sport just because the majority don’t play it. In that respect, the most popular game in India, played in every nook and corner is Pakda Pakdi (I have absolutely no idea of how to translate it..how about catch and run?) so shouldn’t we build a stadium to allow everyone to play the game on a bigger stage?

Those who have not followed Formula One say that there is nothing interesting in watching a sport where a car keeps going round and round in a race track. What could be the challenge in that? Well, throw in speeds of over 300 km/h  with engines revving up to a formula imposed limit of 18,000 RPM, gravitational forces that pull the driver apart, the tactical pitstops and mechanical wizardy and you would know why Formula One is not just a sport but one of the most demanding activities in the planet.

Do a google check on packages offered to Indians travelling to Singapore and Bahrain for F1 races and you might have a re-think on how many Indians watch this sport. (oh my God, that is a story idea!) This is not to say that the Indian government should pull all stops to host a grand prix race; just that maybe it wouldn’t be a bad idea to see what a sport like this offers to a country’s tourism industry.

Professor Mandira Bedi

Professor Mandira Bedi

Absolutely right. I am a woman and I started watching cricket only because of Mandira Bedi.

If not for her outstanding taste in wardrobe, I would have been found chopping onions in the kitchen when a cricket match is shown live!

I saw Dada’s adrenaline pumping jig during the Natwest series and held my breath as VVS Laxman and Rahul Dravid stood headstrong to climb out of the hole Australia had dug us but that couldn’t be the reason for a woman to be crazy about cricket, could it?

Bring out Mandira with her noodle straps and we women supposedly appear magically infront of the television all set to take notes! ;-)

No offence guys, this isn’t really a man vs woman post. It’s just that it would be refreshing if people weren’t so surprised to see a passionate female cricket fan. By passionate I don’t mean just those who flock to cricket stands or check the score ontelevision once in a while. I’m talking about the category that will plan its day based onthe timing of a cricket match and google “cricket” the first thing in the morning.

I can’t tell you how many matches us females won for India because we stood/sat/walked/ran/drank water/cooked brinjal/sneezed for superstition! So it seems a little silly then that in the middle of a conversation with male colleagues about cricket, an odd comment about Yuvraj Singh’s batting average against Pakistan will inadvertently draw puzzling faces even if there is nothing earth shattering about it.

Here’s how a typical conversation goes :

X : Batting average? (with eyebrows raised). You watch cricket?

Me: Yes (Thinking here it comes!)

X : Wow, that’s great! Didn’t know girls also like cricket. So what do you watch?

Me : Cricket! (duh!)

X : Ha ha yes..I meant what kind of matches do you like?

Me : All involving batsmen, bowlers, wicketkeeper, umpires, crowds and dogs on the field.

X : Hey! that’s great. So who is your favourite player?

Me : (I know there is nothing wrong with the question..still…looks a little patronising). I like Dada, Dhoni and Dirk Nannes.

X : Dirk Nannes. Cool! (Then he steals a smirk with those around and comes back to me).

So..which country does he play for?

Me : (I pause for a second to let them enjoy the moment.And here we go!) Dirk Nannes, age 33, plays for Netherlands, Delhi Daredevils and the Victorian Bushrangers, left arm fast bowler, former world cup skier, founder of an adventure sports company, speaks Japanese and plays the Saxaphone.

X : Goes into shock! Mouth falls open and eyes bulge out

Me enjoying…

What a great moment for women cricket fans all over the world! And the men think we don’t know our cricket, huh! I feel like some kind of messiah..

X : Wow..you do know your cricket! So when is the women’s twenty twenty world cup starting?

Gulp! My breath stiffens. Panic starts spreading inside me.  I should know this one!! I wriggle an imaginary speck of dust from my eye to buy out time.

The messiah image breaks into a thousand pieces..Oh the shame of it! Sorry girls!

Finally I mumble under my breath.

Me: well…you know what…I wouldn’t know that…Mandira Bedi hasn’t announced the dates yet! ;-)

Moral of the story : Gloat by all means, know when to stop!